Sadness abounds the narrow soul
to control, explain
fear rides side by side
gripping at the throat!
listless and in stupor
they contain all the pain
too much to swallow in the hollow
shallow smallness of their brain.
Narrow souls can never dance
if by chance
then – the locks on their minds slam shut!
to “forever time”
destroying the essence of the sublime
forgetting the spark that lit their fire
snuffing it out to forsake
in control the narrow soul
is consuming sadness whole.
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